There is something new on my horizon-it is a new journal. My previous journal is now completely filled-and if youv'e been a long time reader of my blog, you know I really mean COMPLETELY, as I waste no paper leaving spaces to denote a new entry, but rather I simply change ink color. The beloved "old" and now obsolete journal was given to me by a very thoughtful friend. Each page has a little dog in the corner, and the cover features a red-headed woman sitting at a sidewalk café with her little dog. It could almost be me except that the red hair is on the wrong head. The new journal was also a gift-from me to me. It has a thick plastic cover which is a beatiful replica of a clear blue sky with some beautiful cumulous clouds.
As I was attempting to fall asleep last night, surrounded by my housemates (Mr.M to the left and Rufus the little red dog to the right), I thought about my new journal. I also thought about how I was slowly being squeezed into an ever smaller sleeping space. My guys were squeezing me out! I was squoze. I experienced a squeezing, and now I have been squozen.
. . . Jokers to the left of me, clowns to the right . . .
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I have been squozerd before.
This post reminds me... I should really update my journal of the last 5 months...
I'm glad I'm not the only one. And also, I'm glad that I throve when I was 30. Thirty, flirty and thriving. I believe I have thriven very well this past year.
As a former English teacher, I'm totally exhastified by your last blog entry. Your made up words have degratitated the English language and I am highly annoyified that you would take libertites to do such a Horrendiforous thing.
You is ve' ve' foinnie, mama.
Squozen is a perfectly cromulent word.
That's a great post and a very creative new word! Wagamama, your comment was a bit quasi-querulous. :)
Thanks for your sweet comment, by the way, Otis!
I love journaling, but often neglect it. I need to pull it back out....sometime...after homework. Yich. Oh well, first things first. Maybe I can think of it as an incentive. Actually, this computer time should be an incentive right now, but... I'm going to practice some procrastinatory policy.
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